long night fire

In the next second, Jiang Baimian considered another possibility.

After careful recollection, she probably understood what went wrong:

she lost her way...

She walked back to the District Supervisor's office!

Phew, it's not a ghost hitting the wall, nor a space reset, a time loop... Jiang Baimian was visibly relieved.

In this place where the electromagnetic environment is abnormally disordered, the time display of her electronic watch and military exoskeleton device is not accurate enough, and it is difficult to make a judgment based on it.

Gathering his mind, Jiang Baimian once again invoked the magic weapon of slowing down, thinking twice, and walking towards the area connected to the administrative area.

……

"Winster Garland..." Shang Jianyao stood at the door of the room with the dark red door, repeating the other party's name.

Winster Garland didn't pay attention to his behavior, and was still sitting on the sofa, eating bear biscuits piece by piece.

"I've never heard of this name..." Shang Jianyao thought for a while, then shook his head.

He looked at Winster Garland again, and asked doubtfully:

"This is the spiritual world of 'Zhuang Sheng'. Are you one of his personalities, or a character in a certain memory?"

Winston Garland maintained a slightly honest smile:

"It's the latter."

"But as a character in a certain memory, how can you interact with me, asking and answering questions?" Shang Jianyao was quite puzzled by this, "Could it be that 'Zhuang Sheng' gave everyone in the memory a planted love?" into a different mind, a whole set of minds?"

Winston Garland laughed and said:

"The characters in the memories I mentioned may not be the same as your understanding."

"Then you have to make it clear, do you want me to understand it myself?" The honest Shang Jianyao expressed his dissatisfaction.

Suddenly, a picture flashed in his mind, and he raised his hand to rub his chin.

Shang Jianyao looked at Winster Garland and said thoughtfully:

"I seem to remember why I thought you looked familiar.

"I saw a group photo in Coning Meath, at the home of the aged son named Brooklyn Garland, and the middle-aged man in it looked very similar to you.

"Hehe, you have the same surname as that old man, Garland..."

Speaking of this, Shang Jianyao suddenly stopped.

His pupils dilated suddenly, reflecting the figure of Winster Garland.

In the next second, he blurted out:

"You are 'Twisted Shadow'?

"Are you the 'Twisted Shadow' of April?

"Why are you here?"

Winster Garland sighed, put down the bag of bear biscuits in his hand, and stood up slowly:

"If you keep going, no matter what choice you make, it's not what I want to see.

"'Si Ming' used you to make contact with me, but I still hope to maintain the status quo.

"So, here I am."

Shang Jian Yao didn't listen carefully to what Winster Garland was saying at all. When the other party uttered the first word, he had already twisted his body forcibly, took a step, and ran away.

This is called running away on the spot!

But every word Winster uttered shook the space, bringing high-frequency vibrations.

Shang Jianyao's surrounding light dimmed instantly, as if covered by a huge shadow.

The air flow is presented in a way visible to the naked eye, condensing into an invisible cage.

Not only that, the space around him is still bending, as if it wants to wrap him inside and return him to an egg.

Shang Jianyao unreservedly used his abilities to influence Winster Garland, whether it was the "mind implant" in his shouting, or the "hypocritical person" in the silent ", were confined around his body by the curved space, and could not fall on Winster Garland.

When the bending of the space and the condensation of the airflow reached a certain level, Shang Jianyao's sensing range was compressed to the body surface.

Then he lost the existence of Winster Garland in his consciousness.

Bang Bang Bang!zzz zzz!

Shang Jianyao used the two basic abilities of "Interfering Matter" and "Interfering Electromagnetics" alternately, sometimes hitting the condensed airflow and curved space with a sledgehammer, and sometimes creating an electromagnetic storm.

——As an awakened person in the "Zhuang Sheng" field, after entering the "New World", his "interference electromagnetic" ability is getting closer and closer to "manipulating electromagnetic".

But no matter whether it is silver and white gathering into clouds, releasing one after another thick lightning to the surroundings, or swiping vigorously with a sledgehammer in the air, it is like a mayfly shaking a tree, unable to shake the approach of the airflow, and difficult to stop the bending of the space.

In a hurry, Shang Jianyao tried to interfere with the airflow and space directly, but compared with the "huge waves" created by Winster Garland, the impact he exerted was like the spray sprayed from a water gun.

It was too late to say it, and it took only two or three seconds for the condensed airflow to crush all of Shang Jianyao's resistance and wrap his body.

Shang Jian Yao had no choice but to play his hole card and shouted.

"Xiao Chong, save me!"

At this moment, the curved space was about to turn into his coffin.

The Eighth Research Institute, at the end of the corridor, behind the iron black gate.

In the tactical backpack next to Yao's body, the "Angel of Life" necklace remained unchanged, but the string of "six consciousness beads" shimmered with turquoise.

The twilight spread and enveloped Shang Jianyao's body.

In the spiritual world of "Zhuang Sheng".

Shang Jianyao, whose consciousness was already collapsing, suddenly became clear.

Then, he saw the turquoise light and the calming airflow and space, and heard the cold voice of Winster Garland:

"'Bodhi', you got involved with 'Si Ming' too?"

The vicious Shang Jianyao didn't care to listen to the conversation, and ran towards the end of the aisle before the others recovered.

He must hurry up and distance himself from Winster Garland.

This suspected April "Twisted Shadow"!

……

Because the end of the administrative area was not too far away, Jiang Baimian did not get lost this time and arrived at the destination smoothly.

There are several conference rooms on either side of the aisle ahead.

Jiang Baimian opened the room and found that there were only tables, chairs, whiteboards, projectors and other items inside, and there was no corpse.

"There was no meeting arrangement at that time?" Jiang Baimian scanned it, and said silently to himself, "Where are all the researchers concentrated, your own laboratory, or the place downstairs guarded by security personnel?"

The place where the sign of "no heart disease" would appear as soon as she tried to enter.

Jiang Baimian looked at the conference room next to him again, remembering the white walls, brown doors, long pale white table, a dozen or so matching chairs, the hanging curtain and the row of windows opposite.

She moves on.

……

Teng Teng Teng, Shang Jianyao ran wildly in the "maze", until he was a little exhausted, then stopped, holding a scarlet door with his hands, panting for recovery.

With a squeak, the door he was holding didn't close properly, and it flung open backwards, causing him to almost stagger and fall into the room.

After stabilizing his figure, Shang Jianyao saw a bay window, and it was dark outside the window.

At this time, a young woman was sitting cross-legged on the windowsill. She had long black hair and was wearing a white dress. She had a beautiful face and a cold expression.

Shang Jianyao said again in doubt:

"Have we met, why do I think you look familiar?

"Why do I feel familiar to anyone I meet at random, really everyone in the world is brothers and sisters?"

The beautiful woman raised her chin slightly and said:

"I'm Jiang Xiaoyue."

Chapter 32 The True Mission of the Old Tune Team

"Jiang Xiaoyue!" Shang Jianyao jumped up, "Are you still alive?"

Jiang Xiaoyue replied without expression:

"Of course I'm still alive."

"Aren't you a vegetable?" Shang Jian Yao was shocked.

Jiang Xiaoyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the bay window, said coldly:

"It's cured."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands and praised sincerely:

"A medical miracle."

Jiang Xiaoyue twitched her eyebrows slightly.

Maybe because he noticed that this sentence was a bit ironic, Shang Jianyao hurriedly diverted the other party's attention:

"Why do people who enter your room get 'no heart disease'?"

Jiang Xiaoyue raised her chin slightly and said:

"How can food delivered to your door go to waste?"

Shang Jian Yao was silent for a while, and argued with reason:

"But I entered the dream of 'Dawn' and nothing happened."

"What he thinks has nothing to do with me." Jiang Xiaoyue still had the expression and tone of being forced to do business.

Shang Jian Yao fell silent again, his expression became extremely serious.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't seem to care whether anyone was talking, she still sat cross-legged on the bay window, looking at Shang Jianyao at the door.

Shang Jian Yao looked extremely calm, and said seriously:

"I remember that your room number in the 'Mind Corridor' is '503'."

Jiang Xiaoyue nodded slightly, but did not make a sound.

Shang Jian Yao said again:

"Is this the spiritual world of 'Zhuang Sheng'?"

"Not exactly." Jiang Xiaoyue's expression changed slightly.

Shang Jianyao continued:

"The first person I met here is suspected to be the 'Twisted Shadow' of April, so you are the 'Supervisor' of May?"

Jiang Xiaoyue did not give a positive answer:

"It doesn't matter, what matters is the choice you make afterwards."

"Are you here to intercept me like the 'Shadow of Distortion'?" Shang Jianyao quietly took a step back from the door.

"Interception" includes the option of humane destruction.

Jiang Xiaoyue showed a faint but non-smiling smile:

"Theoretically, I should do this, but I'm a little hesitant, which is why I'm telling you so much.

"I've figured it out now, even if I want to maintain the status quo, I must be the leader.

"You can leave this room now, and there will be no problem in passing through this area in any way afterwards."

"Oh." Shang Jianyao slowly moved their feet back to the aisle as they tried their best to control the one who was jealous and self-proclaimed as the incarnation of justice.

At this moment, the unattended Honest Shang saw Yao manipulating his body and asked:

"I have a question, were you really dating that middle-aged rich man?"

The air in the room suddenly froze, and the light dimmed a lot.